impossible
As I type this, my mind is nothing more than a blank canvas.
Forever//Over by EDEN plays in the background.
Sadness dwells in my heart.
But it's not as strong as if used to be.
Today I feel okay.
Okay enough to survive off of 5 hours of sleep.
Okay enough to take a test and 2 quizzes.
I'm okay.
I'm...okay.
That okay soon turns into I'm fine.
But we all know I'm fine is a cry for help.
A cry for help that echoes within the halls of that empty corridor.
Within that empty corridor is no one to be found.
No one to find me.
I have accepted the fact that I won't be found.
I am too lost to be found.
To be saved from this hell is like the impossible.
I'm impossible to be found.
I'm impossible to be figured out.
I'm impossible.
And maybe...
For someone..to actually find me, is the impossible.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
